Is this universe, all the creation,

only a thought, just a thought,
an idea that existed in time before time..

one that fit itself well within a living seed..
just as perfectly as it lives to make the limitless unknown

how does it manage to be both at the same time?
so small that it becomes difficult to sight it..
and so limitless that none can see it in full view..

only a happy, content heart can see it becoming
in its own becoming..like a flower carrying seeds
that give birth to new flowers,
in the never ending journey of life..

which is the flower and which one is the seed?
is all so clear for each to know and BE
thus flowers have been blooming naturally for million years and more,
without needing to remember to know or BE

then is happiness a pre-condition of life?
are we born to be happy?
to be fully blissful & content,
exploring in the journey
woven around time??

This universe is a great living mystery..
like as if a journey never begins when one puts the first step towards life..
its not what one thinks, or what one doesn't think it to be..
its not what's agreeable and what's disagreeable to a mind..
its not what one allows..and/or disallows..

summoning water from its breasts,
a well quenches the thirst of life..
what does a well do when it runs dry?
when the monsoon is far, far away,
does life waits for such a well?


is the answer in consciousness having it naturally,
like the way trees have fruits on it..
or in its awakening...

every becoming, written poem or a song has its destined end..
a one way road that knows no other end..
one that cant be changed any one bit..

for its just not the words but its a purpose that fuels every poem,
a purpose that makes itself known..
even before the poem conceived in poets heart..
for whats comes to life is born with the wisdom

& light to be the form that its known as..


then there are poems...
that wish to come to be known..in the same bliss,
wisdom, beauty, & love
as any divinely creation..

a flowering seed of a happy heart..
that knows no bounds or limits..
wholesomely fulfilled in its existence..

From Nachi, a new poem

I have been writing poems for last few years..and been dreaming about being a poet all of my life. Although there are many intentions, motivations behind turning a poet..the biggest of them all has been that with every poem and creation I get a glimpse of this peaceful, serene, poetic realm.. I don't have any words for that world.. A spiritual guru and guide has coined a phrase called Easy World for a spiritual world. Maybe I'd call this poetic world an easy world..full of grace, love and light.

There are times when I feel deep connection with this world..a sense of belonging as if I am from this world..and I have promises to fulfill..may not much through actions or words..but just by being.

This poem is personal, honest, from my higher self..about my higher self..having sacred connection..With every poem in recent times I have tried to explore, move in further in understanding of this world, of my higher self..and though on conscious level I do not see significant change..I have certainly been feeling the roots of this higher self reaching to the core of earth. I hope this will signify as growth, positive change in me as a person, poet..and also would give me something more to share with you.

Just as this poem is personal..its also universal. its not about nachi or any one person. This world that I see in my vision is for everyone..infact I feel many have a deep connection and sense of belonging with this world..and hence are doing, being where they are.

I am curious to know what you feel about this poem.. I would love if you could read it any better than me..I am hoping that it will speak to you.

Thank You for allowing me this space, time, Your Attention and Love,

Much Love and Gentle Hugs,

Nachi

There is something living inside a poem.

a beingness coming from a world of its own.

that breaths in & out in unconditional love & ease.

Its blessed with a grace of unique kind.

living beyond the scope of laws of any kind

it lives on simple understanding

that cant be explained to a rational mind.

The world turns itself blind, unable to see the beauty of this world

with their mind chattering, without a pause,

blocking out this calling of love from the poetic realm.

none can understand this living harmony anymore

as everyone is so busy managing life..

While the world waits with aching minds wishing for things to change,

for enlightenment and soulful awakening to come and be

this poetic realm..neither wishes nor awaits for anything to happen or to be

for it understands this completely that enlightenment is just to be at ease.

its as simple as this.

sometimes its not a matter of distance to be traveled

but that of will, to be lead in the journey.

only a poetic heart can decipher this code of this living

as its bestowed with a simple and clear understanding

In this beinginess every step becomes a destination of a new kind.

and every destination turns into a step of reflection

bringing everything together for one purpose alone..called Love.

Here time stands as a witness and Gods stand as Angel

as all is enveloped in Grace that washes over the humanness of life

Everything that touches this life, this beingness

is blessed with a subtle transformation taking place in itself

where the excess baggage of information & knowledge, troubles & pain

all melts into nothingness..and only love remains in the offering..

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The greatest act of courage on earth
is not to face any battle fought on warships..

it is a simple act that we commit everyday
unknowingly, even without a giving a thought

It is to look in the mirror
at ones reflection,to face oneself
and then to smile.

not evading the gaze..
nor wishing away the moment..
facing it on..and smiling
feeling the joy within

The way a person smiles..tells about him/her self.
for when we smile..we are caught unguarded
from the many walls of notions,
that we build around ourselves

Some have it easy to do this
and some have it hard..


some are afraid of bad things happening to them..
scared of their own smiles..
as if it would burst like a bomb..
perishing their life..

so they run like hell..
trying to save themselves from smiles.

some conceal their smiles..
fearing for their crooked teeth..
that would strip them naked
making them open & vulnerable for all to see

the many imperfections, that they see inside them..
the need to feel safe, to be able to smile..

they need to make sure that no one is looking at them...
and only then can they let a faint smile appear on their face..


some are misers with smile..
they need perks of happiness all the time..
with exceeding benefits..and freebies..
nothing is enough for them..

they are in perpetual wait for something bigger, better to smile at..
they promise themselves..that they will smile..
if only things became this perfect..or that..
forever putting life on hold..

some smile..at others cost .
and unless they get a chance to ride over
others they cant smile..

something wrong must happen to someone..
to make this lot happy and content enough to smile..
ohh..this insane world..that even laughs at tragedies and death..

in a cold heartless & spineless manner..
only the devil can make these happy..


some smile..intellectually..
challenging everyone levels of intellect

valuing the merits & demerits
weighing it on their scale of intellect

they can only smile
if they are reading P.G. Woodhouse..
and such like authors..


no lesser author or person can make them laugh..
they frown upon..the simple folk..who seem to laugh at everyday events..

admonishing the infants..treating them as utter silly nonsense..
how dare..a child can try to disturb their peace.

they don't drop their steely resolve...
nor over a childish acts of infants anyways..


who is tell them..that..their supposed intellect..
stinks like an old fart..
take no chance on them..

and don't waste your precious time on them
there are better things to look at life..
than to meet such old farts..


there are those who laugh heartily from their belly..
and those who laugh like an wild ass(donkey)
there are those can laugh at a drop of a hat..

Just as many people are there in this world.
so are the reasons, types of a smile.


there are still others who smile..
for they know, a smile, is prayer to God..
perhaps the most easy & most difficult of all to grasp

for the wise must turn into fool to smile..
and a fool must turn wise..
each must risk his/her self
and surrender ones will
to be the other
to truly smile


this prayer needs no words, no asking from God
it needs no intelligence, no nothing..
or a method, to be rendered

smile..and summon for the Angels and God..
and you shall have them at your door in no time

for God can resist the 'wisdom of man'
but He can never resist to join in and smile alongside him
looking at the marvel of his creation..
with content..and tears in his eyes..



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Dear All,

Hi,

As a child..I was very observant..looking at everything..in the world..I loved to read life..and I still do..

I write with my heart..I hope you will like the poem..

its strange that I am seeking so many answers and things on my mind..and perhaps can not afford to give time to writing poems..but I cant do without it..I must write poems..first even at the cost of emails important to my life..because writing poems is my higherself calling..so I am sorry for not replying to your emails promptly..I will reply to them the next chance I will get to write.

I think I have just found an unexplored and beautiful something inside me with this poem...



Much Love & Smiles,

Nachi